Ok ,as I sit here today it’s 11 years since my pug, Delilah, died… I will never ever forget the look in her eyes as the vet wielded the injection. It was “what’s happening mum I feel a bit scared.” She had struggled with mobility and continence and I felt her life wasn’t quality any more. She had been in a pushchair for the last two years so we could get out for lovely walks, visit to the town etc., BUT just typing this I am tearful. She was my everything…the glove that fitted me perfectly. Got me through so so much. Never ever judged me. She was the dog that I would have loved to translate into a human relationship with, sadly there’s no competition. I feel guilty because I don’t and have never cried for mummy in the same way. I am so sorry for such A sad and negative post. My life is good and I now have three pugs. I love them but they don’t come near her. I am so grateful I was gifted a heart dog….I would be so interested for this intensity of grief from anyone else. Thankyou.
